You yawned, having washed up, in a little short nightdress after a long day at base, ready to tuck into bed with Simon, and excitedly scampered up to him to cuddle.

Unfortunately met with him responding with a grunt and shoving you off his chest, replacing the space with his laptop, sighing as he pulled up familiar docs and files to work on for tonight.

"Sorr', hun." he muttered, eyes fixated on the blinding screen light in the dimness of the bedroom, rolling his eyes as he heard you whine.

"Gotta get this stuff done first, yeah? Then I'll tuck in wi' ye."